Come on up my old, it's our last day of class, and you know it's always the best!

This is the first thing I hear as my best friend shakes me up and down, barely awake.

Five more minutes Jo, please, I mumble putting my cushion on my head.

No "Five more minutes" today, get up, she told me.

And otherwise ? What do you do ? You've been telling me the same thing every year since freshman year, and I always got my five minutes. And I point out to you that you have already tried everything: the bucket of water, jumping on my bed,..., I say, listing everything...